Chapter Twenty Seven- The Proposal

It had been three days and I hadn't seen Shawn once. He was definitely good at disappearing when he wanted to. He was a little Houdini in disguise, I swore it. I wrote it off as him having a good reason, like being ill for instance and let it go. I knew sooner or later he was bound to run into me whether he was purposely avoiding me for whatever reason or not.

I stood at my locker with a bottle of water and a frown, searching the crowd of kids that seemed to swarm like a flock of hungry seagulls. Shawn was nowhere to be found, but Tasha quickly came into view. I couldn't help but smile. How anybody could be so bubbly and happy in the morning, was beyond me. It was slightly sickening. She was a crazy girl, but I was glad I knew her. And even more so that we were friends.

It didn't take her long to notice me, and when she did, her face lit up even more and she made her way over; her dark hair pulled up into a high pony tail and her make up caked on more than usual. I do have to say though, I wasn't a huge fan of make up, or a fan of girls who used it excessively to the point where you could wipe their face off with a Kleenex, but she pulled it off and she pulled it off well. Not going to lie, I was a little jealous. She looked great regardless if she wore it or not.

"Hey stranger! I haven't seen you in forever. Where have you been?" She smiled widely before hugging me.

I couldn't help but giggle and hug her back. "You're way out of the loop." I joked. "My aunt shipped me back to my mothers a few weeks back, but Topanga, Eric and Shawn came to get me. Thank God for that." I rambled.

Tasha listened intently before her dark eyes lit up seemingly for the hundredth time. "Well I'm glad you're back!" She linked her arm through mine, and before I knew it, I was struggling to grab my things for class as she practically skipped down the hall with me. "Oh, and speaking of Shawn,"

My amusement subsided almost instantly. I looked at her questioningly. "What about him?"

"He asked me out the other day." Tasha beamed.

I frowned. "What did you say?"

Tasha quickly looked at me and then chuckled. "I said yes, of course. What? You expected me to turn him down because of where he comes from or something?" I knew she wasn't meaning to snap at me, but it definitely came across that way. Her normally happy demeanour had faded briefly but within seconds it was back.

My heart felt like it hit the pit of my stomach. Since when was she ever interested in Shawn? And why now? Had I really missed that much in the span of a month? What was going on? Too many questions ran through my head at once, it felt as if it was going to explode with the next sentence that entered the little train that ran through it. I almost felt queasy. "You should know me better than that," I retorted. "It has nothing to do with that. I just didn't think you thought of him that way. That's all."

I honestly didn't know what to think. Tasha was a very good friend and Shawn was my best friend. So I didn't understand why the thought of them being together bothered me so much and why it made my insides twist and turn the way they were. Tasha pulled her arm away from mine and stood in front of me. "Are you jealous?"

I snorted. "Jealous? Why would I be jealous? I'm happy for you. Just.." My lip twitched to the side. "Be good to him, okay?"

Tasha smiled. "Of course." She then turned her head to the side. "This is my class. I'll see you later, okay?"

I nodded and gave her a fake smile but said nothing in return. Tasha hugged me quickly one last time and before I knew it, I was standing alone in the hallway, my ears hurting from the bell that rang loudly above me, signalling the first bell before the bell that let you know you were tarty. My shoulders slumped and slowly, I was on my way.

The day seemed to drag on longer than any other day I had ever experienced. I couldn't focus on any of my work and half the time if anyone said anything to me, I didn't even hear them. I'd just smile and nod and pretend that I would. What was wrong with me? I let out a sigh and stood in front of my locker, like I found myself to do a lot. I just couldn't shake the feeling of not wanting the two of them to go out. It was eating me from the inside out.

"Hey!"

I turned and came almost nose to nose with Tasha. Speak of one of the devils. I gave her a false smile. "Hi."

"You busy tonight?"

No.

"Yeah, I have a lot of home work to do." I shoved everything inside of my locker, locked it shut and then went on my way. Curiosity of course though got the best of me. "Why, what's up?"

"I was thinking," she did a twirl and then stopped in front of me, her dark eyes nearly glimmering with excitement. "Shawn and I have our date tonight. You guys are really close and we're pretty close. So maybe if you had someone in mind, we could double."

I contemplated it for a minute. Did I really want to be a witness to this glorified date? Couldn't I just wait to hear the gruesome details? It was me. Of course I had to, and of course I couldn't. A devilish smirk than curled into my lips. I had never had such a brilliant plan to come mind so fast before. I absolutely couldn't refuse. "I have just the right guy in mind."

"Perfect! Meet us at Chubbie's for 5:30, kay?" She practically squeaked.

I couldn't wipe the smile off my face. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

And at that, Tasha was on her way as was I. I didn't have much time to get home, get ready and track down my soon to be date, but I was going to manage with the time crunch I was given. I always did.

This, was going to be excellent.